Time is coming. A whole new year, in fact. How weird. Where does the present go? And once it’s there, why does it stay?
Probably Jesus knows. As the Alpha and Omega, the first and last, the beginning and end, the one who was, is, and will be, perhaps he alone unspools the threads of time? Perhaps he alone weaves all our time-sheets into a tapestry? Perhaps he alone darns the holes of our time worn wander-socks? If he doesn’t, who could? If he won’t, who would?
The Christ Child. Eternity’s gift is the fulness of time. Our clocks runneth over. Amen.
